20.32: same place

Four hands intermingle beside

Two empty bottles of

One inch old coke.

 

Lit candles sometimes pierce the room,

Filled with the ardent steam

That is my breath.

 

I smell my henna-coloured hair,

Like dry earth in the sun.

I don’t like it.

 

Still, I lean over in my chair

To un-hide from behind

The marble shafts.

 

I think how I could write a note

With something loveable

To say to you.

 

I’d hand it over when I pass,

Sweet dreams are on replay.

Like my heartbeat.

 

I swallow the last luke-warm sip

And slide into my bath

Of narcissism.

 

Perhaps you’re peering at me, too.

It’s easy to think that,

In tungsten light.

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My Island

The sofa bed is an island

At night,

When the multi-coloured pillow patterns

Line up accurately.

The sofa bed is my island

Before dawn,

Before you’re lighting up

The day on me.

Outside my sofa bed, the island,

Your breathing is the sea,

Of which the waves,

Last night,

Withdrew from me.

Safety Instructions

In case of an emergency,

Please call me back,

In case of an emergency,

Don’t push me off,

Jump and slide,

Give me a chance and

Brace positions.

Listen, what I have to say,

Check and open door

I need to talk about our

Safety instructions.

Don’t hang up

In case of an emergency,

I need you by my side

In case of an emergency,

Don’t go away, don’t

Jump and slide,

How can you dare to

Brace positions.

I’ll be waiting for you,

Check and open door,

Don’t forget our

Safety instructions.

 

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